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Instead of receiving an answer to his question, he was met with a snarl. Confused, his legs grew stiff, muscles tensing in case he needed to flee the scene. He assumed something was wrong with the darker boy, that perhaps he'd caught an illness of some sort that caused madness. That theory was washed away as the shadow grew closer, the vibes rolling off his body making the albino feel uneasy. Instincts drove his fur to bristle, thickened coat standing on edge as his odd eyes narrowed. Teeth snapped closer to his throat than he'd ever let anyone get before, forcing him to not only step back, but also release a low growl of his own. Alexander was not a teacher, he knew nothing of the job, but he was certain that Damien's actions were not how they were supposed to act. He'd wished to train, to learn of how he could fight properly and without frantic movements, not be threatened by another individual.

"What was that for?!" he demanded, glowering at the other. Without needing much reminder, his legs spread apart in order to better his balance, just as Cicero had taught him to do. If the obsidian male was going to act irrationally, then it was only logical that Xan do his best to defend himself.